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Jake licked his lips as he walked into the restraunt that he had been picking out for quite some time now. Jake had been planning on sending some ladies to dream land and figured what better place than Hooters itself. They kept the exy girls by the stock pile and put them on display.

There were several different hooters restraunts though and he had been taking his time knowing that he would have but one shot at making his dreams come true. He had been scoping out different hooters until finally he had found the perfect one. Completley stock piled with different sexy women for him to put to sleep.

He stepped inside the place glancing around. It was in full swing and some of the ladies where walking around handing out food while others chatted up the costumers as hooters girls always did. Two others behind the bar. After spotting all of the girls he smiled to himself making sure he had allof his details right about the place.

Moving his eyes along the entire restraunt he nodded to hismelf happily having it down to a science of how he was going to go about this whole thing. Jake looked down at his foot that was in a cast but in reality was perfectly fine. This would give him an advantage in getting the girls to do what he wanted them to do.

Now it was time. 

Jake walked over to a free table and took a seat making sure to limp a bit as he did. He scanned the room waiting and then watched as one of the lovely hooters girls began to walk up toward him with a notepad in hand. He watched as her thick hips swayed in her tight orange shorts nearly riding up her ass in her equally tight shirt showing off her large breasts. 

So this blonde would be his first target of the night it seemed. 

"hello sir i'm Hannah what would you like to have today? she asked leaning over the table a bit "you look nice tonight by the way" she said with what looked to be a sort of a wink.

Jake just grinned at the usual tactics of the hooters girls to chat up their costumers and smiled "yeah wish I felt nice" he said making his cast visible.

Hannah looked down at his cast her blonde looks hanging on her shoulders "oh i'm sorry about that well anything that we can do just let us know" she said with a smile.

He nodded and scratched his head a bit 'well I hate to be a bother but i'm really having trouble walking and it causes some pain would you mind helping me to the bathroom real quickly" he said shaking his head "I hate to ask"

Hannah looked at him and shook her head thinking it was a bit odd and unusual but it made sense and it was their job to help the costumer and do as they wished. She nodded "sure no problem come on" she said reaching over and helping him up.

Jake stumbled up a bit catching a great glimpse of Hannahs clevage under her tight shirt as he did. With her help her began to make his way to the bathroom oing a bit fast so that none of the other waitresses would notice Hannah going back there with him.

Hannah smiled as they got to the bathroom doors "will you be alright or do you need my help? I can come back right after I take this next order won't be a second" she said looking at him.

Jake smirked and shook his head resting his fake injured foot down "no need your coming with me" he said covering Hannahs mouth and jerking her into the bathroom the doors closing behind them.

"mmmmm! mph mmmm!" Hannah gasped struggling aginst the man dropping her pen and notepad once they were inside the bathroom.

Jake pulled Hannah into the stall and sat down on the toilet keeping hold of her. He quickly moved his arm around her neck and applied pressure in a choke hold.

Hannah gasped grabbing at her throat kicking around trying to free herself from his grasp but could feel herself weaking.

Jake held Hannah tight watching as her face began to turn red and her struggle slowed.

Hannahs eyes fluttered as she coughed a bit of saliva dripping down her chin as her vision began to leave her.

Jake watched Hannahs lovely eyes flutter his erection growing pressing against her orange shorts as he held her in place and then finally her eyes rolled back and she want limp. He held the choke a few seconds longer and then raised Hannah limp arm watching it fall.

He smiled raising up and sitting her limp body up on the toilet.  He smiled looking at the sexy blonde hooters girl that was now in dream land and reached over groping her large breasts in her tight shirt "yeahhhh there we go...." he said looking up to see the slight drool on her chin from the struggle.

Jake leaned over licking the drool from her chin and lips savoring the taste. He then ripped her shirt open her breasts spilling out not wearing a bra. He felt them rubbing his thumb along her nipples before bending down and raising her tan toned legs up. He slid her white sneakers off rubbing her thick white socks. Slowly he rolled the white socks down and off of Hannah feet. 

He grinned licking the unconsious blondes bare sweaty feet rubbing her wrinkled soles. Next he pulled her tight orange shorts down her legs allowing her legs to drop limp after they were off. He sniffed the orange shorts and laid them down he would take them for a prize later. He looked over the blonde waitress sitting on the toilet now in just her black and pink thong.

He reached down under her thong feeeling her lightly and moving one finger inside of her. He took a moment and was about to insert another when he began to hear foot steps outside the door.

 

Thinking quickly Jake grabbed Hannahs feet raising them up on the toilet so that she wouldn't be seen from under the stall. He then stood back watching as to white sneakers with fluffy socks walked by.

"Hannah ya in here we got some orders to fill?" Megan called out looking around but shrugged once she got no answer "guess not..." she said turning to the sink to wash her hands.

Jake peaked out from the stall to see the sexy red haired waitress at the sink looking her up and down. Her breasts were modest compared to Hannahs but her ass was on a whole other level looking like it could burst out of her tight orange shorts at any moment. 

He smiled and twitched his fingers a bit. This one had come right to him making things even easier. Jake moved as quietly as possible squeezing through the crack in the stall door and moved up closer and closer behind the red haired goddess.

Megan oblivious to what was coming stood at the sink washing her hands about to go back out and take some orders "mpppph!" she gasped her eyes widened as a hand clamped over her mouth. Megan looked up in the mirror to see the man behind her struggling with him 'mmmmm mmmm!'

Jake gritted his teeth holding the red haired girl in place this one was stronger than the last and putting up a decent fight. He moved his arm up toward her throat but found she was fast sliding out from under his arm.

Megan slipped free and darted toward the door "help! hel...." she tried to call out sliding on the wet bathroom floor a bit losing he balance and falling to the ground.

Jake grabbed Megan by her socked ankle pulling her back towards him and raised her up. He covered her mouth as she tried to scream again mufflinf it and looked around trying to think fast. Jake took Megan by her red locks and banged her head off of the sink. He took a deep breath letting go and watching as her sexy body crashed down to to ground on her stomach her ass jiggling in her skin tight orange shorts on impact.

That was a close one...he thought to himself grabbing Megan by her ankles and dragging her over toward the next stall. He picked her up over his shoulder getting a good feel of her perfect ass and sat her up on the toilet just like he had her blonde co worker Hannah. He moved some her away from Megans face and smirked "lovely" he said sliding her shirt over her head revealing her white bra before taking it off as well. 

Next her removed her sneakers getting a whiff of her stinky white socks drenched in sweat. She must have been working harder than sweet Hannah. He rolled the fluffy white socks down her feet and let her bare feet drop.

Jake reached over sliding Megans shorts down struggling a bit to get them down over her ass and licked his lips at the white thong under neath. He leaned Megan forrward smacking her ass and getting a good feel for it before sliding her thong off. He stepped back admiring his work at another sexy waitress sent to dream land.

The night was far from over for him though.

 

 

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Marvin moved around the room with his camera "yeah okay like that" he said circling around and snapping pictures "now what you'll do is you will start doing push ups and pretend to faint and make it look like i said!" he said waiting "and go!" he said waitign watching with the camera up to his face.

Macy was in postition and started to do some push ups "uhhh one!" she said in a forced strained voice like she was hving trouble making her voice sound as girly as possibly "twoo...." she said again pushing herself up "three...!" she said holding herself up "ohhhhhhh...i think i think i'm feeling dizzy" she said trying to do what she had been told but sounding very unrealistic and forced "oh my" she said dropping down to the ground as if she fainted very quickly with not much build up.

Marvin rolled his eyes and sighed pulling the camera back "no! come on now Macy i've told you how to do it a hundred times can't you act any better than this!" he said shaking his head.

Macy glared at him pushing herself up and standing walking over to him and throwing her hands up her ass jiggling in her tight underwear "hey!" she said pointing at him before placing her hands on her hips "listen okay you were the one that asked me to do this alright?" she said tapping her yellow socked foot on the ground "wasn't my idea your the weirdo that would ask his sister to do this little thing it's not my fault if i'm not good at it" she said.

Marvin looked at her and rolled his eyes shaking his head "yeah well I thought you would eb able to act a little better than this" he said throwing his hands up. He had been going to make a sleepy video for quite some time to put online and it wasn't like girls just jumped at you to do such a thing. It wasn't his fault that his sister also just happened to be one of the hottest girls in the whole town even he could see that he wasn't blind. It would have been crazy not to get her to do it. He didn't have to pay her and she was a better candidate than most others if only she could act.....wait a second...

Marvin thought to himself. What if she didn't have to act. He grinned a smile crossing his face as he thought about it.

Macy looked at him her hands on her hips 'what are you smiling about?" she asked.

"oh nothing" he answered "lets just try it one more time" he said getting his camera ready.

Macy sighed "ughhh fine but if it doesn't work this time i'm done" she said bending down and getting into postition. Macy held herself up in push up postition "ready?" she asked.

Marvin quickly and quietly grabbed a little hammer sitting on the table and flipped his camera on "yeah ready..." he said.

Macy sighed beggining to do the push ups once more "ughhh one...." she said pushing herself up "two....uhhhh!" her eyes widened groaning lightly as something impacted off of her head.

Marvin smiled after bonking Macy on the head stepping back with his camera and recording "there we go" he said happily.

"ohhhh" Macys eyes fluttered for a moment before crossing and falling down her ass jiggling in her underwear as her body hit the floor out cold.

Marvin grinned walking around Macy with the camera getting every shot possible . He reched down pelling her eye lids back to see the knocked out rolled eyes of hers. He then picked up her limp arm letting it drop to the ground. Marvin rolled Macy to her back her limp body moving easily and got a nice shot of her breasts and unconsious face lips slightly parted.

Macy groaned "ughhhh wha...what happened..." she said raising up a bit still dazed.

Marvin smiled "sorry sis that was the best take all day gotta go back to dream land for a bit" he said bonking her head one more time.

Macys head dipped forward at the impact wobbling back and forth as her eyes crossed and fluttered "ohhhhhhh..." she moaned falling back again.

Marvin circled Macy grabbing her by her socked ankles and dragging her up against the couch. He slowly peeled back her yellow socks revealing her bare feet. He got some close ups of her wrinkled soles rubbing them. Marvin then sat the camera down to where it could record them and picked Macy up in a cradle carry walking around. He then tossed her over his shoulder carrying her around the camera getting a good shot of her ass and bare feet.

Marvin smiled "now that's some method acting" he said happily.

 

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(This is a erotic fiction story. Chloroform is a toxic, dangerous chemical and can be lethal! Nitrous Oxide can be dangerous also. so please don't emulate what happens in this fiction story)

San Luis Obispo, California,

Xenia returned from both her jobs, exhausted now it was dark, she found her beloved cat Jasper waiting for her as she parked her scooter in the house's driveway. Jasper meowed at her, sat upright on the front doormat, his eyes waiting with a calm measured blinking. Xenia took off her helmet, letting her hair run free and wished she had more time and more money to get it cut soon. Her tight leather bike jacket creaking as she moved, Xenia sighed pleasurably. Xenia carried her work folder from her ad agency first job of the day and her rucksack, which contained her coffee shop uniform from her second job. She greeted Jasper at the front door. Jasper was thoroughly delighted and curled around her jeaned legs, loving the bodily contact and that Xenia was home to feed him and stroke his fur. Once inside, with the house security alarm off, she hung up her leather jacket, bike helmet, and fed the attentive Jasper in the kitchen. The house felt cold so she put on the heating for a bit, craving a shower also to wash away the day's stresses. Xenia looked around the empty shell, remembering both her parents were still away on holiday until next Tuesday and she had work in the morning. Switching comforting lights on throughout her journey upstairs to her bedroom, still stacked with removal boxes. Jasper appeared out of nowhere behind her, sensing her mood. He glanced disaprovingly at Matt's photo frame as if to say what was already always running through Xenia's thoughts when memory of him rushed back:

" Hey, forget him, babe - he walked out on you and left you with a ton of debt. You had to move out, get two jobs and we both moved back here at your parent's place. Now, come here and let me paddle on you!"

Xenia smiled, leaned down, kissing Jasper's head, which made him wince a little. He purred louder when she ran fingers through his fur coat. Xenia put on some music, soon her thoughts turned to returning to the Sleep Peeps chat she and Vincent had begun for the last two nights running, tonight would be the third night for Vincent to chloroform her in role play! Xenia itched her right eyebrow, taking a short nasal inhale, she longed for that litlle discreet thrill. Xenia had always had a sleepy fetish and loved watching girls especially getting the chloroform kiss in TV shows and movies. Xenia got wet watching the really long and realistic chloroform or anaesthesia scenes. Vincent shared the same fetish with her! It helped Xenia momentarily escape the present chaos in her life. Last night's chat had gotten surreal and Xenia had to make an excuse just to cease Vincent's advances and go offline; Vincent only lived forty miles away from Obispo, in West Covina within the West Puente Valley. Part of Xenia really wanted to go meet up with him...But she needed to sort her life out first, before she agreed to meet anyone. She needed stability. Thinking she was twenty five, whereas Vincent was forty two, divorced and about two hundred pounds in weight. A lot of complications. Vincent and Xenia roughly knew exactly where each of them respectively lived. He told her he fantasised about being chloroformed by a woman and used while unconscious. He lived alone and had a job as a hospital orderly. Xenia's drifting thoughts of Vincent took her miles away in the shower before the water reminded her she was single, trying to get her life together.

In her bathrobe, Xenia made herself some coffee, she sat down at her lap top on her bed. Jasper's tail switched the air, he purred, feeling her near him. Xenia took a coffee sip and went back onto Sleep Peeps, it was early and she found Vincent already waiting for her. Xenia exhaled, hoping she was doing the right thing when he asked for a chat. Xenia accepted but the mood was stilted on her side, which did hardly nothing to diminish Vincent's unflappable enthusiasm for a meet up. The cd music tracks ended, filling her bedroom with an all pervasive silence. Xenia frowned softly, thinking: I can't hook up with you. How do I tell you that? Her infrequent keystroke replies, though, seemed to bring cold hard reality home to Vincent. Her heart felt heavy, already wishing it was over and she could log off. She'd probably never speak to him again and have to keep away from Sleep Peeps for as long as it took to get her life in order. Vincent uploaded his photo and Xenia clicked on it...Vincent looked nice, lonely, smiling into the sun on a street somewhere. Xenia knew she couldn't give in to herself, no matter how lonely she felt. So she typed a quick reply back to Vincent: Nice photo...I have to go. Bye. And then an age waiting for Vincent to reply with: Okay. Xenia logged off, fighting back constant regretful thoughts raging in her mind. The lap top's screen remained static, so Xenia tried to forget about her regret with an online perusal of the Obispo job market; finding no one was hiring full-time as yet, so she logged off completely, switching off the lap top. Thankfully her friend Stacey called just as Xenia was watching a movie downstairs, Jasper was purring on her lap. She and Stacey chatted for a while. Jasper stretched up before jumping off her lap and disapearing through the cat flap to explore his territory outside. Just after she hung up laughing with Stacey, another call came through but the ID got her heart racng! - It was Vincent calling her...Xenia let it ring a few times before answering. Vincent greeted her warmly, asking how she was, he explained how he had gotten her number online. Xenia felt more than a little shocked, but she found him to be shy and polite. He asked if he could meet her this Friday since he knew Xenia had Friday free! So, Xenia had to lie and say she was working the whole Friday. She wasn't certain if he knew she was lying, after he'd put her on the spot - what did he expect?!...Vincent sighed, changing the subject to chloroform fantasies! Xenia forgot who she was for a moment, pouring out her sexual desires to him in a playful chloro role play scenario, where Vincent had abducted her and was playing with her feet at first...She asked him to do more to her unconscious body. Telling him this, Xenia switched the phone to her left hand, moving her right hand down to open her bathrobe. Tickling her navel beneath her loose t-shirt, Xenia nibbled her lower lip...Her thighs warming up as she opened her robe, she felt sexily exposed soooo turned on sat on her parent's sofa. Xenia's back arched up as she slid her index and middle finger beneath her panties then inside her moist pussy. Finding her hard clit nub, she began the irresitible rubbing she so loved, similarly listening to Vincent also touch himself. Both of them breathing hard, slowly masturbating. Oh My Gosh - I can't undestand how I'm doing this with a total stranger over the phone, she thought. Reminding herself that Vincent was miles away. Vincent told how she would "struggle as I chloroform you, Xenia..". Xenia had to bite on an index finger to stifle her gasp as his words made her cum, her cheeks blushing red, she smiled as her delicious vaginal spasms abated...

" You okay?" Vincent's smiling voice asked, knowing he'd made Xenia orgasm.

" Yess...I have to go. I'm gonna talk to you real soon." Xenia told him with her voice shaking excitedly with delicious body tremors...Xenia hoped she would go through with her pledge. Vincent also gasped as he came at his end....Xenia absently stroked her phone, listening to his quick breathing slow down. They said farewell to one another, hanging up. Xenia stretched and cleaned herself up before switching everything off and going to bed. With Jasper at the foot of her bed, she smiled hoping to dream of Vincent chloroforming her. Xenia stared up at her bedroom ceiling before sleeping, fantasising of Vincent pressing a chloroform cloth over her nose and mouth...Struggling as she breathed in the soft soporific chemical, losing consciousness, helpless in Vincent's grip...Xenia groaned, turning over, the blue digital alarm clock reminding her she had to get up in a few hours for work. Xenia sighed and soon drifted into sleep. Today was Thursday, the workday passed quickly for her on her second job at the coffee shop, with a sexy text selfie from Vincent. In the selfie he was holding a bottle of chloroform and white rag in his hand. Xenia sent him a winking smiley face in reply. Xenia took another look, realising Vincent was holding a real chloroform bottle...Xenia found herself making a small animal sound at the tempting sight of the amber chloroform bottle and white cloth in Vincent's hands. Vincent texted back: I've already tested it on myself! Zzzzz....Xenia's eyes went wide, heart beating faster, excited. Really? She replied. What was it like? Vincent uploaded a blurry set of selfies, with him shown in bed, his upper face deathly pale. A crumpled thick cloth covering his nose and mouth. In the last two selfies, taken on automatic mode, the cloth had fallen from his open mouth and nose, his head leaning to one side, he was chloroformed. Unconscious.Oh...Xenia thought to herself in her coffee shop job break room, she felt dizzy, beholden to some great dangerous secret. Her fellow coffee shop employees in the break room had no idea what Xenia was looking at or her present state of mind. His photos had envigorated Xenia beyond her usual end of shift exhaustion. Vincent texted:The chloroform hurts your nose at first, then you get high. I took a baking soda solution and other measures to prevent delayed chloroform poisoning. I woke up with just a hangover feeling. Xenia let out a quick exhale, none of her co-workers paying attention as she texted in reply: Was it a turn on? Did you get hard? Xenia laughed breathlessly, adding a winking smiley. Vincent replied: Floppy rope! Xenia fought off the urge to laugh out loud! She felt alive again, eyes twinkling at her phone's screen. Vincent sent another text: It was more scary than sexy the first time, then a second time I enjoyed it more. I couldn't feel my body much. Xenia immediately remembered his photo, his body, thinking about Vincent's bald head, weight and his age. Okay, she texted, after several doubts crept in. Vincent sent a selfie of him standing by his blue-grey Nissan and another selfie just after, this one taken inside his car with him smiling directly into his rearview mirror. Vincent wrote a text: I can drive to you in one hour. Xenia took in a scared breath, uncertain how to reply, aware that Vincent knew exactly where she lived in Tarraco Street.Her fifteen minute break was over. I have to go. Bye, she replied and got up to resume her four hour shift. After her shift was over, Xenia exited the coffee shop. Orange streetlights bathed the parking lot outside the coffee shop, which hardly offered any light as Xenia walked outside to her parked,  locked scooter. Struggling with both her folder bag, rucksack and helmet, she swore absently as she dropped her keys on the wet tarmac. Xenia left everything on the tarmac beside the moped front wheel, retrieving her keys and starting the moped ignition so she could switch on the front and rear lights. After packing everything away, Xenia suddenly felt observed before she completed putting on her helmet. She looked around the parking lot, finding only a windblown beer can tinkling along. It easily reminded her she wanted a cold beer herself, when she returned home...And another sexy roleplay chat with Vincent!

One of her neighbours caught her for a nice few minute's chat after she parked up, which Xenia loved then her neighbour resumed his nighttime jog. Xenia suddenly felt she was being watched again, neck hairs on edge. But saw only a grey blue Nissan parking up across the street, switching its lights off. Xenia heard Jasper meowing inside before she'd even finished opening the door. She heard him jumping down from the kitchen window in the back with a thump and then joyously galloping to her. Xenia stroked and lovingly fondled him, ensuring he was fed before she unpacked her gear. Stacey called to ask how she was just as Xenia opened a beer from the refridgerator and they caught up on current events. Stacey knew her friend needed to chill, forget her worries, so she asked to meet up on Saturday at the multiplex. Stacey's incredibly attractive boyfriend, Troy, would be there as a chaperone. Xenia slumped down in her sofa, lazily slugging back a gulp of beer, feeling glum. Xenia agreed to meeet up, thinking how lucky Stacey was to be with someone she could trust, even though Troy had made eyes at Xenia every time they met. Stacey knew, or suspected, but said nothing to her about it; Troy was just too good looking for anyone not to notice.Or be tempted...Soon their conversation ended and they hung up. Xenia tried to relax watching some TV, but frequent bad news reports put her off. Jasper suddenly appeared on the sofa, with a ninja-style jump up onto the cushions. He curled up on her lap while Xenia stroked his fur. Jasper purred with beautiful appreciation, blinking contentedly. Xenia still couldn't shake the edgy feeling, even after finishing her beer and relaxing with Jasper. The feeling pursued her senses after she undressed into her sleeping clothes of loose t-shirt and panties. With all the blinds and curtains drawn, she should've felt safer...Jasper ran to her parent's master bedroom, jumping up onto the window through the curtains to watch the outside nighttime street. His eyes fascinated by whatever he saw out there. Xenia was careful around the half open bedroom curtains so no one outside caught an eyeful of her half naked body and went to fetch him from the window. She picked him up with ease, glancing at the cars outside. She noticed a cellphone light on in the passenger side on one car. Suddenly, the master bedroom phone extension rang. Xenia frowned softly, leaving Jasper to sit on the bed while she answered the phone. Her hands shook, breathing faster when Xenia saw Vincent's Caller I.D. on the screen!

" Hi..." Vincent said.

" Hi," Xenia replied back and instantly suspected he was parked outside! " Where are you, right now?"

" Oh, you saw me watching you? Err, please don't be afraid."

" You're parked across the street!? Oh my Gosh."

" I had to see you; please don't be mad..." Vincent's voice pleaded.

Xenia was angry, peeking out the window curtains at Vincent's car. " I knew it!" She scowled.

" Hi." Vincent looked up at her window. They exchanged looks. He waved placidly and Xenia's mood cooled.

" I just want to talk with you, Xenia. We've got so much in common. And we're both lonely."

Xenia blanked him with annoyed silence for a moment. " It's no excuse to stalk me, though - I could call the cops!"

" You...haven't yet."

" No. No I haven't."

They continued talking, each of them briefly forgetting that Vincent had stalked her, before Xenia's heartbeat thumped in her chest and she remembered. Could he come inside? Vincent asked her...Xenia realised she was seriously considering letting Vincent inside. Vincent made the suggestion that Xenia leave a few messages to tell friends and family she would be inviting her friend " Vincent from West Covina...", in her house. And to leave details like his full name, vehicle I.D. as a precaution. Xenia thought about it long and hard...Something inside herself asked her to relent. Xenia left the window and phone there on the sill. She put on her favourite bathrobe, picking up her cellphone and sent those messages to Stacey and a few other friends. Just in case Vincent turned out to be a serial killer! Xenia returned to the window, picking up the telephone.

" Did you bring that chloroform bottle with you?"

Hearing Vincent lick his dry lips, he replied: " Yes. I have two chloroform bottles and supplies."

" Ah..." Xenia closed her eyes for a second, suspicions confirmed. She trusted Vincent a little and being chloroformed had always been a sexual fantasy for years. Vincent assured her he was clean of any sexual diseaeses - he even had his newst fortnight's screening results on paper, which he needed since he was a regular hospital blood donor." Okay...Wait a minute and meet me at the front door." She left the window, hanging up the telephone and slowly went downstairs. Where Vincent was waiting at the front door. He nodded nervously, holding a backpack in one hand. Xenia silently held the door open and the bag of nerves he was Vincent entered. Xenia closed the door, without a word, Vincent took off his coat. Xenia gestured to the coat hooks behind him while she locked the door and reset the house alarm. She wondered if he had the chloroform bottles in his backpack. With his coat hung up, Xenia sized him up. Cute, she thought, lips demurely smiling.

" What do you have in that backpack?"

"Ah..the two chloroform bottles, a thick white cloth.." Vincent grinned, watching her eyes widen as he told her. Vincent's tone became playful..." Baking soda bottles. Belladonna tablets. Condoms. Dustmasks...A pack of nitrous whippits. Gloves, so we don't get freezer burns. Some piracetam and some b-12, which will prevent possible brain damage. A cracker and party balloons."

" Wow...Just tell me why I allowed you in?"

" You feel as lonely as I do."

Xenia's heart warmed by his words, after a moment she took him upstairs by the hand without saying a word.

She felt giddy, hoping he'd like her bedroom as she led the way inside. Xenia turned to observe his facial expression: she blushed as Vincent was awestruck, gently dropping his rucksack, adoring the beauty of her bedroom. Jasper got jealous, craving attention around Vincent's legs. He bent down and gave Jasper love, even making sweet cat sounds.

" You speak cat, too?!"

" Umhmm, I have a cat at home; Kallie. I love cats. My neighbour's looking after Kallie, she'd like Jasper here." Vincent softly stroked beneath Jasper's chin, nuzzling him, which the cat loved immensely. Xenia realised she was getting jealous herself and gently ushered Jasper outside of her room, closing the door. Jasper thought about waiting for a few moments at her bedroom door, but the allure of his nightly territory prowl was too much...He left the humans to their play and padded down to the catflap. Meanwhile, Vincent had displayed the contents of his backpack on Xenia's bed. She marvelled at the supplies, including the rubber gloves, nitrous whippits and especially the amber chloroform bottles. Xenia picked one of the bottles up, feeling the heavy liquid chloroform within. She sniffed the top, recoiling a little at traces of chloroform. Just like in the stories she read, Xenia told him. I know, he replied: I read them as well. Vincent got things prepared...Vincent attempted to show her his latest blood test results, but Xenia just shook her head.

" You don't need to show me; I trust you or you wouldn't be here." Vincent silently understood and cleared the bed for play. With the bed now cleared for play and the supplies within easy reach on the bedroom carpet, Xenia told him to "strip!". Vincent complied, watching Xenia stare with lowered eyelids. Pursing her lips, feeling her facial cheeks burning, heart beating faster. He left on his boxers but Xenia shook her head, indicating she wanted to see his four inch cock. Vincent rolled them down, unveiling his sex for her...Xenia enjoyed the show, power seemed to be buzzing through her. Leaving the chloroform bottle on the bed, she stood and positioned Vincent on his back on the bed. Xenia let her bathrobe fall, standing over him. " I want...you to chloroform me..." Xenia's voice excitedly told him. " Okay," he agreed. It was now all stations Go! Vincent took some b-12 supplements and some piracetam with a swig of mineral water. Xenia then surprised her cautionary common sense by taking the piracetam, b-12, without thinking! She trusted Vincent, laying down beside him and the chloroform bottle. She kissed him, smiling and feeling light as air! I missed this, she thought.

" Don't stick your dick in me while I'm out!...Okay?"

" Okay..." Vincent agreed with a nod. " Just?..."

" Feel me up while I'm out. Touch me...lick, kiss me...Mmm...Wait until I wake up before we make love."

" I promise."

Xenia broke off kissing, to give him the white rag and chloroform cloth. " Chloroform meee..." She asked him plaintively. Vincent opened the chloroform bottle quickly, soaking the white rag then immediately resealing the bottle, laying it down. Xenia sniffed the chloroform chemical traces in the air - it did smell strongly like chemical adhesive...Not as softly narcotic or soporific as she'd always dreamt it did. Vincent moved down with the damp chloroform cloth getting closer over her face. Xenia exhaled quickly as Vincent placed the chloroform cloth over her nose and mouth - Xenia grimaced as it burned her nose and throat, as Vincent knew from experience it would. Xenia heard a wah-wah noise in her ears, she felt high, taken away from her conscious self. Horrified by what the chloroform was doing, she could hardly hear Vincent asking if she wanted to continue after he withdrew the cloth from her panting mouth. Xenia nodded sluggishly and he placed the chloroform down over her nose and mouth again, Xenia choked on he heavy chloro fumes but stuck with it...Vincent groped softly at her breasts, glancing down to notice the growing wet stain growing in Xenia's panties. She groaned pleasurably, drifting away from her body with each chloroform inhale. Xenia continued breathing in the chloroform fumes again and again. Xenia inhaled with a gulping sound, finding the fumes softer, but soooo high now. She saw amazing sights, hearing strange voices from afar...Time slipped and the chloroform had dried out, Xenia was so out of it high she didn't realise. Vincent resoaked the chloroform cloth, then softly pressed it over Xenia's nose and mouth. Xenia's eyes swam, her head thumping with her slowing heartbeat...Seeming to hallucinate the world around her vision blurring, distorting then thumping in big three dimensionsal bubbles. Xenia mumbled slurred words of amazement at what she was seeing. Vincent fondled her neck gently, soothing her. Suddenly the room grew pink and fuzzy - Xenia's breathing turned into wet gurgling. Eyelids so heavy...Sleep now, she told herself. Xenia drew in a laboured lunful of chloroform fumes, body spasming slightly as pink fluffy darkness descended over her vision. " Mmmmpf!" Xenia sighed a final time as the chloroform claimed her, eyes closing...

Vincent waited a few seconds before withdrawing the chloroform cloth, he smiled after checking Xenia's pulse and quiet but gurgling respiration. Her pale mouth lips slightly open, he kissed them, leaving the drying chloroform cloth on the side next to her. I've always wanted to do this, Vincent told her as he carefully and gently picked up her body in his arms. Vincent briefly cradle carried Xenia around in the air, her upper body, legs and butt dangling over his arms. He fondled her warm butt cheeks and kissed her sleeping mouth. Holding her safe to him, Vincent laid her down on the bed, with her face turned towards the still damp chloroform cloth. Vincent wafted it in front of her nose and mouth before chucking it to one side. Vincent turned her chloroformed body over so her beautiful round ass was in the air, her face to one side. He rubbed and massaged Xenia's panty-covered butt cheeks, making them quiver, tighten and sweat! Xenia unconsciously grumbled with pleasure, frowning softly, lips pursed. Vincent felt ready to explode as he then played with her breasts, lifting her t-shirt, massaging her twin mounds.

Vincent marvelled at the beauty of Xenia, then moved to play with her feet...He sucked on her delicious toes, licking them, taking his time with her body, caressing her thighs. Tickling her dripping wet pussy through her damp panties, Vincent kissed her beautiful lips there, dizzy with her scent. Xenia began to stir, waking from the sexy chloroform dream she was having...Vincent moved quickly to put on latex gloves, getting the nitrous whippits, cracker and balloon ready. He cracked six whippits inside the party balloon, letting the nitrous warm up before tying it closed before taking off the gloves. He got his naked body next to her, the tied balloon valve in one hand. Xenia's eyes opened slightly, she burped out chloroform breaths, feeling dizzy but high. Xenia could make out Vincent beside her, pressing something rubbery to her opening, closing lips.

" Whaa..." Xenia grumbled, fighting off her dizzyness.

" Sssh, just open wide for some nitrous..."

Xenia smiled, opening her lips and closing them on the balloon valve Vincent passed to her. Holding the tasty rubber in her mouth, sucking on the talcum-tasting latex...Xenia exhaled nasally, ready. Vincent expertly twisted the balloon so the nitrous oxide gas flowed quickly into Xenia's open mouth and lungs, he twisted it closed. Xenia tasted the cold gas, which tasted of vanilla and latex, expecting an immediate hit. Huh? She thought for three seconds...then the nitrous's effects blew her mind! Xenia felt like she was floating, euphoric, pushed away from herself. Xenia smiled from the nitrous's effects, she moaned, sucking the rubber balloon valve. She drooled a little on the rubber valve, savouring the rubber taste as Vincent gave her more nitrous. Xenia's eyes widened, the cold gas hissing down her throat into her lungs turning her on with an immense intensity. Her clit burned for attention, as did her now rock hard nipples. Aching to touch herself...before passing out...Ohh my Gosh, Xenia thought just before she passed out into pink fluffiness with a smile...

Vincent withdrew the valve of the now flaccid balloon - Xenia had inhaled six whippitts of nitrous! So, no wonder she had passed out, especially after the chloroform. Vincent checked her vitals and found she was okay, she would wake up with no side effects from the nitrous. He positioned Xenia's sleeping body and kissed her as he took some smartphone photos and video. Vincent would show them to her later. He took off her soaking wet panties and t-shirt so he could kiss her all over! Burying his face between her legs, licking, kissing her dripping pussy and clit, Vincent suddenly felt Xenia's finger touching down his nose as she rubbed at her clit by his licking tounge, now wide awake. Her free hand pushing the back of his head forward...deeper onto her pussy. Vincent exhaled, barely getting a breath, almost smothered by her soaking wet gash.. " Mmmph.." Vincent moaned, finding an air pocket space between Xenia's burning hot thighs and pussy. Xenia was close to cumming, making animal sounds, breathing faster. Xenia exploded with ecstatic pleasure, cumming again and again, drenching Vincent's smothered tounge and face. Her now relaxed hand left him there, patting the back of his head to thank him...Xenia used her hands to continue rubbing her clit and softly pinch her nipples. When he had completed licking her, Vincent sat beside Xenia where they kissed ravenously, getting lost in each other...Xenia and Vincent held tightly only each other's body. Xenia put a condom on him and they made blissful love, the world softening for her finally...Xenia's eyes closed, feeling more content than ever before, ignoring her fears of Vincent turning into a jerk down the line if they became a couple. Time got lost as they resumed lovemaking again and again. Only briefly stopping so that Vincent could get a new nitrous balloon ready. This time, Xenia held it with him inside her, Xenia took a quick sneaky inhale she felt giggly, so horny from the gas in her lungs. Xenia passed him the rubbery valve, tasting her lips also on it as he inhaled three whippits worth of nitrous. Vincent's eyes swam, feeling amazingly turned on, ready to burst. Xenia's body writhed, her back arching up, humming to herself...She gave him the rest of the balloon and he briefly passed out unconscious...When his eyes reopened a few minutes later, he could've sworn he heard a subtle thrumming sound on his chest. Vincent was smiling and took in a breath or air, Xenia had left her pink vibrator switched on on his bare chest!

"Wha-what's going on?" Vincent asked and laughed.

" Nothing yet, sweetie. Just relax for a minute."

Vincent picked up the pink vibrator, wondering what Xenia had in mind...Xenia placed a bottle of tingling lubricant beside her lover. Vincent said nothing even as Xenia got the chloroform bottle and white rag together, soaking the rag with two large dunkings. Resealing the chloroform bottle, placing it on the floor, Xenia moved over Vincent before he could move!

"Mmmph!" Vincent screamed under the rag, coughing on the heavy fumes.

"Sssh...My turn now." Xenia told Vincent as she chloroformed him, eyeing the vibrator and lube bottle...Vincent realised what she had in mind, he gulped in chloroform fumes, growing dizzier. As the room soon to began to spin for her lover as he passed out, Xenia decided to forget her worries and just take a chance with him.

The End.

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Maggie closed the door to her hotel room. Removing the flash drive from her pocket, she placed it on the table, and took a seat on the couch. She pulled off her high heels, placing them on the floor near the couch, and pulled out a bottle of wine, in celebration of her victory. She plucked a bottle from the rack, and placed it on the counter. She then went to change.

Removing her ridiculous get up, she removed the long floral dress and denim jacket, throwing them to the floor and instead picking out a red button up blouse and a more form-fitting skirt. She threw them on, and walked back into the living room, pouring the champagne into a glass and drinking it slowly, a smile on her face.

Soon she received the call from her employer, asking if she had the device.

“The flash drive is in my possession. When will you arrive for pickup”

“Very soon” Said the voice from the receiver, before hanging up.

Smiling to herself, and regarding the promise of half a million euros. She sipped her champagne. She was aware of a faint odor, and she sniffed the air apprehensively. She didn’t notice the small ripple of air coming from the vents. Strangely, she felt slightly lightheaded. Chalking it down to drinking the champagne on an empty stomach. She stood up and almost immediately knew something was wrong.

The floor seem to warp slightly, at an awkward angle. She blinked, trying to walk forward but her balance seemed so off that she lurched forward and almost fell over. She pushed a hand out to steady herself, gripping the wall tightly. She tried to move up and out of the hallway, but the room started spinning again. She took a step and stumbled forward hazily.

The door to her hotel room opens, and a woman in a sharp business suit steps forward. She’s wearing a gas mask that covers the lower half of her face, but not her sharp, hazel eyes. Her long brown hair flows freely down to her shoulders, and she walks forward easily and determinedly.

Maggie tried to walk past her but her legs gave away and she dropped to the floor. The whole world is spinning, and she can barely move her arms. The woman walked over to the table and took the flash drive. She turned to walk away, but Maggie moaned “Who… are …you?”

The woman bent over, closer to her. She spoke through the mask “Don’t recognize me?”

Maggie remembered the voice, her drug addled brain putting together the voice of her employer. “Coleman…”

“Oh please” She said “Call me Clara.”

Martha groaned, trying to keep her eyelids open. Clara place a finger on Maggie’s lips, stopping her. “Don’t waste your breath. Did you seriously think I would give you half a million euros?”

Maggie tried to move but she was too weak. Her eyelids drooped even more, fluttering slightly. She gave a sigh, and rolled out onto the floor unconscious. Clara smiled, picking her up and placing her on the bed. She gently positioned her so that she would rest comfortably.

She looked at the sleeping beauty sadly.

“I’m sorry it had to be this way dear” She said to the drugged Maggie, sensually caressing her stocking-clad thigh “I truly am. But you were too expensive for my taste.” She lifted up her mask, and blew a brief kiss to the buxom beauty before reapplying the gas mask. She gave the air a sniff. The knockout gas had washed out. She pulled off her mask, revealing her lovely face and gorgeous features.

Stroking Maggie’s chest, she pulled her blouse open, and admired her magenta bra before tossing her shirt to the floor. Stroking her now iexposed stomach, she kissed the flat of her belly, moving from from her chest to the bottom. 

Not stopping, she pulled off the dark skinned woman's skirt, revealing her panties whcih matched her bra. Tracing a finger of her inner thigh, she illiceted a shudder from Maggie. Smiling, she stripped off her own shirt, admiring her ass in the mirror as she undressed.

'my god i look great' she thought, stripping her skirt and panties. She looked over to Maggie, who was still sleeping peacfully and nakedly on the bed. She climbed onto her, her busy chest buncing with every step. Her nipples were already errect, and she was beyond controlling herself now. 

She pressed herself closer to martha's body, panting and sweatign as she did so. She gyarated her hips, getting a quick response from maggie.

'She's very eager' She though, rubbing maggie and herself. Panting and moaning, she exploded, with such force that she rolled off of Maggie, onto the bed. She heaved, her perfect breasts rising anf falling evenly. Sighing, she rolled off and slid on her clothes, wiping her hair back into place in the mirror. 

Taking Maggie's clothing, she redressed her casually, and placed head onto the pillow. She took a small bottle of chloroform, and dribbled some onto the pillow, ensuring Maggie wouldn't awake for several hours at least. She caught a wiff of the vapors as she poured.

 

She took a step forward, slightly dizzy from the fumes, before walking away from the luxurious apartment and the luscious women that lay sleeping in it.

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Amelia shuffled down the building steps. She was dressed for her job, a short black skirt, a simple white blouse, and a black vest with the words ‘Police’ written across her chest. Underneath, she wore sheer grey stockings. Her stunning red hair flowed down to her shoulders, and as usual, she looked stunning.

She was walking around the street in her police uniform, watching the people crossing the street at the busy intersection. She kept a close eye on the people that walked past. Today, she wasn’t here on official police business. She was never here on official police business. That was mainly due to the fact that she was not herself a police officer.

She was a spy.

Amelia had worked for the SIS for quite some time now. This morning, she was preparing for a high risk trade off. Inside her purse, she had over half a million dollars. She was looking for the woman in the purple shirt. She was giving her the names of twenty undercover agents working for a radical anarchist group.

“So you enjoy the weather?”

She turned to face the woman behind her, who was wearing a purple shirt. Racking her brain, she remembered the code word.

“Yes, but I prefer the winter.”

The woman smiled, reaching out her hand for her to shake. Inside her palm, Amelia saw the flash drive, and she reached over and grasped it, sliding her purse off her shoulder. The woman took the purse as the two women smiled falsely. She placed the flash drive in her breast pocket, then, with a quick glance around, headed towards her base.

Walking quickly but confidently, she walked down the street. All around, she saw a lot of men and even a few women eyeing her long, slender legs. She smiled them off, however, and continued her focused walk. Eventually, the streets cleared up and she was alone.

“Excuse me, polizia, which way go Downing Street?”

The accent was heavy. She turned to look at who it was.

“Sorry?”

The woman in the large blue sun hat held a map in front of her. There were circles in blue and red ink all around the national landmarks. Judging by her accent, she had come from some Greek or Roman country.

Sighing, she realized that there was no way that the foreigner would understand that she wasn’t a police officer, she gave in and took the map. The tourist moved up to her left, pointing to downing street.

“No, that’s not the right direction. TO get there, you need to move north-”

She began but she was cut off by a sharp stinging sensation in her ass, just above her left leg. She pulled away, sharply, turning to look at her wounds. Looking down, she saw an empty syringe sticking out of her fatty tissue. She yanked it out, to examine it better.

“What the hell is this? What did you give me?” She yelled, angrily.

The woman pulled her hat off, revealing gorgeous dark features and a slender complexion. It took Amelia a second, but she recognized the woman’s beautiful face.

“Maggie?” She asked, blinking.

“Hello darling.” She spoke, softly rubbing grasping Amelia’s shoulder.

“What are doin… what are you doing?” She said, her speech slurring.

She took step back, trying to distance herself from the secret agent, but she found herself stumbling back three or four feet. Maggie Taylor, spy-for-hire, rushed forward to steady her. Maggie and Amelia used to work for the same agency (and date as well) before Maggie decided to go freelance, splitting the two down a rocky road.

Amelia’s legs began feel heavy, her head feeling lightheaded. She blinked a few times, to try and recover, but her vision blurred over and her eyelids started drooping.

“Hey, hey, hey, relax.”

“Noo, get o… get off, I nee… I need…” She tried to argue, her tongue numb. She tried to stand up but her legs felt like lead pipes and she felt so tired, she started to drop. Maggie was there, easing behind her, the soft touch of her hands steadying her. Maggie brushed a strand of hair from Amelia’s face, Amelia shuddering at the touch.

Amelia slumped deeper into Maggie’s soft touch. Her arm weakly flopped against her chest in an effort to push her away. Maggie stepped back, lowering her gently to the floor, her legs sprawling out into the street. Maggie placed a finger on her thigh, gently running her hands against the smooth nylon. Amelia took a sharp breath inwards, her chest heaving suddenly. She struggled to keep her eyelids open. Her head lolled into Maggie’s embrace and, and she mumbled out a few soft sentences.

“Shush now, go to sleep.” Said Maggie softly, stroking the side of her face gently.

“No, let goo of meeeeeee…” She trailed off, her eyes rolling back and her breathing falling into a steady, stable rhythm. Maggie laid her down onto the ground, stripping off her vest. She ran her flinger over the lest, looking for any bulges. Finding nothing, she instead searched her person. Searching her breast pocket, she took a moment to be distracted by her see through shirt, which showed her maroon lace bra clearly.

All of a sudden, she was distracted. Busting Amelia’s blouse open, she cupped her firm, C cups in her hand, playing with them. Almost immediately, her nipples went rock solid. She felt a tightness build up in her own chest, and she quickly moved Amelia to the building across the street, carrying her in her arms.

Tossing her onto the bed, she climbed on top of her seductively. Running her hands down the side of Amelia’s body, she pulled her skirt down of her perfect ass. She tossed it aside and admired the view of the stunning redhead in her lingerie. She reached under her and grabbed her ass, fondling it as she trailed kisses down the side of her neck. Amelia’s unconscious body shuddered at the touch. She slowly started to gyrate her hips, Amelia’s body moving in rhythm as she rose and fell. Quickly, Maggie shoved off her own clothing as well.

She then reached for the strap of Amelia’s bra, sliding it down off to the side. She looked at the gorgeous woman while she trailed kisses down the flat of her stomach, causing Amelia’s back to arch. She remembered a simpler time when the two had been lovers. She moved her hips in slow rhythm, which sped up slightly as Amelia’s movements began to match her own. She moaned loudly, before exploding. Seconds later, Amelia’s back arched, her sleeping body inhaling sharply before collapsing once more onto the bed.

 

Amelia groaned, signaling her waking up. Hurriedly, Maggie dressed herself and went through Amelia's clothing. Searching her shirt, she felt the cold plastic flash drive, and pulled it out. Grinning, she pocketed the disk and disappeared. 

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(Dedicated to ALL Sleepy Fetishtists Everywhere)

Brighton, 1893.

Master Edward Doyle watched the hansom cab horses clip-clop past his house from the upstairs window, in the cobblestoned street below, people walked to and fro. Oblivious to what he had in mind inside of his house! He turned away, shoes creaking a little on the hardwood floor even beneath the exotic carpet. Only one of the maids now remained inside, cleaning the upstairs bedroom next door. Master Edward smiled. He dug into his jacket pocket and withdrew the clear glass bottle of Chloroform: For Anesthetic Use, it said on the label and a purple handkerchief wrapped around it. No one would disturb them!

Master Edward crept through the house, gently uncorking the Chloroform bottle and taking great care only to soak the purple handkerchief until it was thoroughly wet in the centre and only dripping a few sweet pungent drops onto the carpet. He recorked the bottle and pocketed it. Even though the Chloroform-soaked purple handkerchief was at arms length, the sickly-sweet Chloroform odour was heavy in the air as he made his stealthy way towards the unsuspecting maid.

There he found the twenty-five-year-old girl, in her silken Maid's Uniform, busily patting down the bed linens. Her brunette hair tightly wound, her firm neckline, breathing hard as she worked. Bending over the bed, ruffling her maid's black skirt. The barest hint of her black stockings on her curvy ankles.

Suddenly she noticed Master Edward standing behind her.

" Oh, sorry sir. Won't be a minute more, sir."

" That's quite alright, Camilla. Please continue." Hiding the Chloroformed handkerchief behind his back.

A slight blush on her cheeks," Very good, sir."

Camilla returned to her work. She bent over once again and Master Edward's brow perspired. He wiped at the sweat with the hand with the Chloroformed handkerchief! His vision blurred for a moment and he stumbled towards the maid, Camilla.

This will not do! He thought and simply grabbed at Camilla. Thrusting the Chloroform-soaked handkerchief over Camilla's shocked nose and mouth.

" Oi! WHAT T-Mmmph?!!!" Camilla screamed underneath the rag.

" Ssssh!"

Camilla struggled against her attacker.

" Mmmmmph! No! Noooommph...Mm..."

Camilla's suspended, stockinged feet dangled above the hardwood floor, her body convulsing with the effort to free herself.

" Mmm..." Camilla inhaled a large gulpfull of Chloroform and her beautiful eyes watered. Her facial muscles feeling dulled by the Chloroform vapour stinging her soft nostrils and throat slightly. Camilla could now hear a shrill ringing in her ears. Camilla tried her best to wrestle free, but the more she physically struggled, the more Chloroform she then inhaled! Camilla's face began to tingle with a pins and needles sensation and a creeping warmth moved up from her kicking legs to her head.

" Sssh, that's it! Keep breathing, Camilla. Good girl."

" Mmph?" Camilla stared out at the room, which seemed to move, somehow! Camilla's lungs convulsed and her heart started beating slower. Slower. Her arms felt heavier now...difficult to move them.

What...was...happening? Camilla thought, inhaling more Chloroform.

" Good...Keep breathing."

Camilla heard the tinny ringing in her ears become louder with each Chloroform inhale...Unaware that her legs had ceased struggling.Feeling the Chloroform-soaked handkerchief now being lightly pressed onto her delicate nose and mouth, which were now momentarly slightly reddened by the Chloroform chemical, although her skin would return to normal afterwards.

" Mm...mm..m..." Camilla felt her arms go limp to her sides." Mm..." Seeing only the thin outline of the purple handkerchief over her nose and mouth.

Camilla breathed in the now deliciously intoxicating Chloroform freely!Her mouth resting open and smiling ever so lightly.

Master Edward knew that Camilla was now almost completely unconscious and only a few more subtle breaths would render Camilla insensible. Perfect for what he had in mind!

" Can you still hear me, Camilla?"

Camilla's eyelids fluttered, barely hearing full sentences of words: " Ca...y...he...me...Camilla?"

Feeling the Chloroform-tinged darkness in her blurred vision sending her away into a deep slumber.

A last, long delicate whimper underneath the Chloroform-soaked handkerchief: " ...mmmmmmph..." Camilla was now unconscious...

Master Edward left the Chloroformed purple handkerchief on her face for another thirty seconds before he withdrew it, to ensure Camilla would be unconscious for at least one hour. Camillia snored softly, her whitened lips issuing forth her distressed breathing...Master Doyle stroked her lips and it caused Camilla to gasp deeply! Camilla's lips closed on his right index finger, as he placed it between her soft lips. Camilla breathed nasally for a moment before her mouth unconsciously reopened and she took in more oxygen. The Chloroform would usually last around two hours, but it was dangerous to use and the Chloroformed subject's came around quicker - if their body's were being "moved around".

He genly cradled Camilla's unconscious body, flopping over his right arm, leaving Camilla's insensible upper body dangling down with her limp arms. Master Edward tried calming his own heartbeat as he laid Camilla's drugged body on the bed, facing up. His eyes blinked as he took in the sight of Camilla's unconscious body there...Left arm limp at her side, palm open, her right arm limp across her maid's uniform, on her crotch area. The right palm open. Tied hair strands had come loose from a woven knot and laid over her sweat-and-Chloroform-dampened face. Her face whitened from the Chloroform anesthetic. Camilla's chest rose and fell lightly with quiet but gurgling respiration.

" Beautiful." Master Edward said.

Camilla's mouth expelling tiny, tiny breaths of air. Sleeping troubled Chloroform dreams.

Master Edward closed the bedroom curtains. He turned on the bedroom's gas lights and locked the door. He kept the Chloroform bottle and now drying handkerchief within reach on a table stand, for when Camilla started to regain consciousness! He got undressed and began unpopping the many fastenings on Camilla's maid uniform. Camilla's unconscious, luminescent beautiful body was now fully naked beneath him.

Master Edward very gently moved down...

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Camilla woke up from the ecstatic erotic dream! to find Master Edward on top of her. Camilla Doyle smiled up at her husband: Edward Doyle! Gulping fresh air and still tasting traces of delicious Chloroform on her lips as she licked them. They often enjoyed playing their erotic game, where Camilla Doyle pretended to be a maid. Dressed in the complete maid's outfit. Sometimes it was Camilla, the maid who Chloroformed her husband Edward in the kitchen or in the living room!

" Hello, did you sleep well?"

" You know I did not!"

Camilla Doyle's eager face dove up and kissed him.

" Oh? You slept longer, this time."

" I will get my revenge on you, when you sleep tonight! I will Chloroform you, my dearest husband."

Edward's free hand brought over the corked Chloroform bottle, passing it in front of Camilla's face. She bit her lower lip and her body writhed in excitement!

" Not just yet, however!" Camilla, his Chloroform Bride, told him.

 

THE END.

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Samantha Kingston entered her house in the pitch black, fumbling with her keys. Throwing them down on the floor! A bad day at work at the Pittsburgh PD. She threw off her shoes, feeling the bristling carpet threads tickling her panythosed feet.

" Ellie?" she called out, closing the door. Samantha breathed out heavily as the day's excesses left her, now at home. But where was her lover? Samantha walked past the open living room door, now at the light switch in the dark. Nothing happened when she flicked the switch..." What th-" she was about to say when Samantha felt the man jumping out from behind her in the dark from the open living room doorway!

"Mmmph!" Samantha thrashed about as her male attacker forced a large sponge dampened with Chloroform onto her face! " Mmm-Noohmmph!..." Samantha breathed in, the sweeet Chloroform, lifted off her feet. The Chloroform stinging her soft nostrils and her throat. Strong arms pinning her - difficult to defend herself. Samantha's hands tried to pull off the Chloroform sponge. She inhaled another gulp of Chloroform, tears ran down from her beautiful eyes, wringing them closed. Unable to breathe anything but the Chloroform-soaked sponge. Samantha tried holding her breath and listened to her heart beating even faster with no oxygen...The inhaled Chloroform fumes slowing her breathing, heading into Chloroform syncope territory. Samantha realised this and started inhaling as slowly as she could...No escape from the Chloroform...

"mmmnn...nn," Samantha's coughing voice sputtered. Samantha's upper body convulsed as her lungs took in the Chloroform vapour. Heartbeat slowing down. Her ears now ringing!! Unable to breathe air! Almost suffocated into red, cloudy sexy darkness...Unable to breathe anything but the Chloroform! Samantha's eyes began to flutter closed...

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Elwyn Roberts woke from the dream with a horrified yell. Samantha immediately woke up beside him in their bed.

" Wh-what?" she asked him, half asleep.

Elwyn caught his breath - Finally able to breathe air now that the dream had ended again.

" I'm okay...It's nothing."

" Oh yeah-right! I can tell when you're downplaying, babe!"

Elwyn shrugged and looked at Samantha's naked body and face. " Okay. It was the dream again."

" The one where I get chloroformed at the front door?"

He nodded, still a little shaken. Samantha Kingston laid hands on Elwyn, drawing him down beside her soft kissing lips, staring into his eyes in the bedroom's dim early morning light.

" I'm fine. We've checked and re-checked all the security stuff every night for a week now, Ellie."

" I know...It frightens me. You can't breathe when you're being Chloroformed! It's like being halothaned by you again, except I don't know who it is or what happens to you."

Samantha carresed his cheek," I know. But I'm a big girl. It could even be you Chloroforming me!" she laughed.

" Yeah, it could. I do never see his face, though."

" There you go; it could be you, after all, and not some thug looking for payback."

" Or worse..."

Samantha exhaled an exasperated sigh " Get some sleep!" she kissed him one last time and settled back into bed. Spooning him, though Samantha usually disliked getting "poked" when Elwyn got wood against her spine or dribbling precum onto her gorgeous ass in the early morning hours!

" Okay...Goodnight, Sam." Elwyn tried closing his eyes, hugging Samantha softly. He could feel her delicate sexy smirk all the way on the other side...A few seconds later, Samantha turned over and she opened her thighs over his erection. Fumbling around as Sam guided his cock towards her open pussy. No words were needed as Samantha's wet pussy accepted his pulsing cock. She groaned, already hot. She put his right hand on her left breast, hoping he would tease the nipple before she did, about to cum. Connected.

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Each of them had a big day, this morning: the Carfax girl kidnapping for ransom was all over the state and everyone wanted to find her. Today the Five Million Dollar ransom was going to be paid in uncut diamonds - diamonds -which Elwyn had a particular dislike for many reasons. He had a recent vision in which eighteen-year-old Peggy Carfax was abducted while visiting an off-hours Dentist's office. He saw Peggy Carfax get on the Dentist's Chair, saw the back of the female dentist as she walked in. They got to talking and then offered Peggy "some Nitrous?" and Peggy agreed. The nose mask went on, Peggy breathed in the sweet Nitrous Oxide and more gas than oxygen flooded her senses...Losing consciousness. Peggy Carfax's eyes fluttered, realising she was being given too much Nitrous!

" Whhaa...Nn..mm.." Peggy gasped, open-mouthed, she even laughed from the Nitrous' effects.

"Sssh, Peggy, breathe it in, good girl! You know...You're worth a of money to your parents." The female Dentist/Kidnapper told her...

Peggy Carfax's open mouth flopped open lazily, trace amounts of Nitrous Oxide gas breathed out with each sleepy breath. Her eyes closed.

At that point, Elwyn always woke up, but without seeing the female kidnapper's face. He could still taste the Nitrous, feel the cold rubber nose mask, still feeling dizzy. And a little cum on the bedsheets. Samantha listened excitedly as he told her about the dream - Samantha bit her lip, turned on. Getting ideas on how to recreate it in their bed! Nitrous was easy to get..."Mmmm..." Samantha felt herself getting wetter just thinking about it!

But today they had to quickly finish breakfast and drive to work. Samantha chugged back some water with her morning-after pill and wiped off a tiny dribble of water she thought he hadn't seen, but he had, his face serene, loving. Just listening to Samantha's breath or inhaling her delicate scent was enough sometimes. The little things.

Samantha refastened the holster for the gat on her hip," Okay, you ready?"

" No, I'm a mess!"

" But you're always a mess..."

Elwyn nodded in agreement as his lover spanked him out the kitchen! " Ow!" he mockingly yelped.

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Back at the PD briefing room a hour later, Samantha and Elwyn pretended they weren't an item - even though everyone knew. Samantha kept herself a few feet's distance from him at the briefing room desk as she stood up to talk with The Man and the nine other Suits on the kidnapping taskforce. The FBI guys there were too busy making calls and looking over maps for the ransom drop, so they were oblivious to the still welcoming warmth between Elwyn and Samantha...Elwyn had his hands on the desk, half focusing on the file...Samantha...tantalisingly within his reach and vice versa. Samantha rubbed at her neck, turning her face away, but still feeling him, taste, smell.

Elwyn closed the hardcopy file and went to get some cappuccino coffee from the breakroom. An uniform opened a door ahead of him - a brief vision: Samantha parked up at an off-hours Dentist's Office and walked inside.

The vision continued: Samantha called out in the open but seemingly deserted building. He saw her search rooms and go inside an Operating Room.

" Hello? Anyone here?"

" Anything I can do for you, officer?" the Kidnapper asked behind Samantha.

" -Wh...-" A clear plastic gas mask was suddenly forced over Sam's face! Cold, sweet-smelling Nitrous Oxide flooding her nose and mouth!

The kidnapper wrestled with Samantha for a moment - the Nitrous worked it's sultry magic fast enough...Samantha's body went limp in her attacker's arms, breathing in the Nitrous from the carry bottle.

- The vision ended just as Samantha dove into unconsciousness.

" You okay, sir?" the uniformed cop asked Elwyn.

" I'm fine, thanks...Thanks." On edge, shaky voice.

Dazed, he walked past the uniformed cop to the breakroom.

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Detective Samantha Kingston suddenly felt uneasy, as though something was wrong. She instantly thought of Elwyn and excused herself to follow him to the breakroom. She found him there, exhaling a deep breath with his back turned.

" Hey?" Samantha knew he was troubled by something.

" Oh...Hi, just went to get some java."

" Is that why you look like you've seen a Ghost?"

Elwyn suddenly started to shake his head a little - he had to hide it and maybe also what he had just seen.

" What's wrong?" Samantha forgot the playacting and came up to Elwyn. Her soft hands grasping fingers onto his.

He told Samantha about the vision. She frowned quizzically, more than a little excited by the scenario!

" Oh...But you're sure you didn't imagine it?"

Elwyn fought the urge to show an Really? - It's Me Here! look. Samantha felt the emotion regardless.

" Okay, then I'll be careful while I'm following leads." She kissed him quickly. Elwyn smiled.

As she walked away, " You're not going alone?" he asked.

" No. Doyle is partnering with me for the searches. Jealous?!"

" No! Just be careful, please?"

" I will be. The ransom drop's happening in the next hour anyway; we'll catch the kidnapper and recover the Carfax girl all in one day."

" Yeah...Wait-" Elwyn suddenly had a thought. " Erm, why did you just come over like this?"

Samantha had to think Why she had done so. Her beautiful lips moved without consciously thinking of a response.

: " I felt you were in trouble, or something?"

Elwyn nodded as she left him there in the breakroom. Elwyn anxiously looked at his watch.

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The ransom drop was a shambles: the kidnapper snatched the thoroughly untracked diamond bag ransom right under everyone's noses. The ransom had been delivered, but Peggy Carfax had still not been found! Now it was a citywide manhunt, with most bridges patrolled and possible escape routes covered.

Elwyn sat at his tiny little so-called "desk" at the back of the Major Crimes offices. Bored and now aware that Samantha, along with every other Detective and uniform were searching the city and the last few Dentist's offices.

Elwyn's bored legs swung under his desk, swiveling his chair to and fro. It squeaked! So he stopped and sat up. His mobile rang with a text from Sam : still searching. doyle split up with me! lol. xoxo.

That meant Doyle had been dropped off to search on-foot...Which meant that Samantha was alone...In the car, doing checks on the last few Dentist's offices!

"Oh no-" Elwyn got up with a groan from his awkward seating position. He cracked his neck muscles and stretched.

Next he checked the tracker on Sam's car, which showed it parked at a Dentist's now at 4.56PM. The female Dentist was named : Munroe Purify, DDS. He knew it had to be the same one in his vision. Elwyn tried calling it in but the switchboard was jammed, so he left a quick message, unsure whether the system had even registered it or not and was out the door to rescue Samantha!

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Detective Samantha Kingston was already inside the building and walking towards an open door. She remembered what Elwyn had told her about his vision, so she looked back over her shoulder! - The woman grabbed at her shoulder, one hand on Sam's lapel. With Samantha already turning, her balance was off, and her attacker pushed her body against the open door frame. Oooff! Sam's lower body squashed against the door, her attacker pinning her arms as she brought the small carry canister of Nitrous Oxide over Sam's face!

" NO! Get...OFF--OF!..." Sam yelled. The clear plastic gas mask now on her face. Munroe pressed on the Release button and the Nitrous flooded the mask and over Sam's face. " Nohh...Nn..o.." The mask sexily distorted her voice, suffocating her senses...

" Sssh! Breathe it in!" Munroe told her.

Samantha involuntarily inhaled, feeling her face becoming numb, loving the sweet smell of the intoxicating Nitrous. Sending her into the wispy clouds of pink oblivion...What would happen if she kept inhaling and passed out? " Mm...nno..n...." Samantha's upper body convulsed as the Nitrous began to knock her out. Sam huffed in one last, looonng breath: "Mmmm....guh..."

" That's it! Good, good." Munroe purred.

She gently cradled Samanatha's limp and almost totally unconscious body, bring her down to the floor with a grunt of effort. " Good...Sleep now..."

Samantha's lips curled into a sly smile, both from the Nitrous and from the erotic pleasure! Munroe gently stroked wisps of red hair from Samantha's face...Tiny, tiny mumbles of breaths escaping Sam's lips...Sleeping blissfully.

" Good...Very nice." Munroe took the gas mask off of Sam's face, inhaling trace amounts of Nitrous in the air. Munroe Purify DDS smiled " Mmm.." Bit on her lower lip and caressing Samantha's unconscious whitened face. Sam's lips opened unconsciously, exposing the top of her subtle overbite, tiny breaths of air coming out. Helpless.

Munroe's male partner showed up at the doorway, dressed in a fancy dress store police uniform. Peter smiled at the scene before him. Munroe s-l-o-w-l-y moved her downward gaze up and towards Peter. Lust and craven attitude written all over her face.

" Hey babe."

" Hey - WTF?" Peter asked.

" She's just some cop nosing around. Did the drop go okay?"

Peter showed off the velvet diamond bag in his right hand. " Like clockwork. I lost them. What do we do about her?!"

Munroe thought for a moment..." Hmm, we should play with her."

" Girl - our plane leaves the airfield at Five A.M. tomorrow morning."

" So? We'll make time. Little Peggy Carfax is still sleeping off the Propafol I.V. in the basement. She won't remember ...too much" she smiled devilishly," of what we did to her. So, neither will this sleeping beauty."

" She's out?" Peter took a long look at Samantha's face.

" Mmm hmm! She'll be out for at least an hour from the Nitrous!"

Peter steadied himself, feeling giddy with excitement. " Good. I'll finish up-" He handed Munroe the bag and disapeared to finish packing things. Munroe took a glance inside the bag at the uncut rocks. And then back to Sam.

" Good girl!" Munroe purred, moving her hands down. Over her unconscious captive's neck. Humming sweetly to herself as she moved her hands onto Sam's jacket and onto her twin mounds.. Caressing the BC Cup breasts she felt underneath the clothes...Munroe began unbuttoning her captive's clothes...

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Elwyn Roberts immediately felt another jolt in his gut - telling him Samantha was in trouble. He braked the car to a sandstill, parked awkwardly in suburbia and not far from Munroe DDS's office. No cars behind or in front. Elwyn sighed out deeply and took his shaded driving glasses one handed. He disliked driving at night like this, with all of the lights much brighter. Someone honked at him, so he resumed driving. Eventually parking up at Munroe's offices.

He got out. No gat and only a measly switchboard message on the overloaded system back at the PD to back him up! Elwyn saw that Sam's car was parked a few metres away: he knew she was inside.

Without thinking, walking up to the door. Unlocked. Elwyn crept in as silently as he could. He heard grunting sounds from the back! And a woman's laughter...Munroe's laughter and delight at something she was doing to Sam!

Heartbeat thudding in his chest now...Elwyn approached the open doorway of the operating room.

There he saw Samantha taped up to the Dentist's Chair.Samantha's sleeping face turned to one side, her lips closed. Her colour mismatching red and white polka dot bra and black silk panties still on her body. Her legs spread apart. Ankles taped to metal poles on either side with medical tape. Her limp arms taped to the chair's arm rests.

" Sam..."

Elwyn started for her, when he saw Munroe hiding behind the door, now at least a full metre away from him. Sam's gat in her hands, pointed directly at him. Elwyn stopped, almost about to raise his arms. What to do? Munroe was too far away to make a grab for the gat, like in the movies. Munroe was also holding it correctly. Trained.

" Who are you? It doesn't matter - get on your knees!"

Elwyn slowly did so, tears welling up and scared for Sam. " Oh...Okay. Just release her -" to Sam, " Safe and everything and I won't make a fuss."

Munroe understood, shaking her head." I won't kill you, whoever you are. "

Elwyn frowned," Then, wha-"

" Sssh! Finish kneeling. Good. Now reach with your hands for that black beauty gas mask on the anaesthesia stand by your beautiful cop friend's body!" Munroe watched with glee as Elwyn did so. " Okay-"

" What did you do with Peggy Carfax?"

" Oh, she's safe right now."

Munroe Purify and Elwyn Roberts locked gazes.

" Mmm. Peggy is half unconscious in the basement of my house. Probably having sexy dreams. Tied up."

Realising they both had a great deal in common. Munroe exhaled in surprise.

" Small world, huh?"

Shaking a little, Elwyn nodded. He picked up the black beauty full gas mask.

" Now-"

" Elwyn."

" Elwyn, put it on your face and then I want you to turn that big red nozzle a quarter clockwise until it hits nine o' clock."

Elwyn took a moment to decide. Glancing at Samantha's unconscioius body.

" Don't be afraid, Elwyn. I just want to play with you both, with my boyfriend for a while. You'll love it!"

Elwyn placed the cold rubber black beauty gas mask over his nose and mouth. He could taste remnants of previous amounts of Nitrous in the mask. Feminine perfume, traces of make-up...Munroe's sexy smirk goading him on!

Elwyn turned the gas release nozzle as instructed. A low hissing noise filled the mask and he inhaled deeply. Elwyn breathed in more Nitrous...It had a vanilla and rubber type of taste to it.

"...keep breathing. That's it."

Already getting dizzy and intoxicated. Elwyn grabbed at the mask as it started to slip - why did I do that?!!! He thought...Elwyn's toes began to tingle with a pins and needles sensation, growing up his body.

Body movement went bye bye and his limp body slid against the Dental Chair's light brown leather bottom. The gas mask slipped off...Time sped up for him, as it always did after anesthesia at the Dentist's! Munroe moved at a speed beyond him, holstering the gat, turning off the Nitrous, positioning his body more comfortably. Elwyn's face now a few inches from Samantha's taped, bare legs. He unconsciously kissed one bare taped ankle and smiled, humming to himself: soooo high!

Munroe's boyfriend came in at some point...Munroe and he got undressed...

Elwyn was positioned onto a couch...Felt his arms being pulled up...Clothes being taken off...Samantha placed beside him on the big green leather couch...Samantha's underwear being taken off...Her black silk panties being doused with some kind of liquid now from an upturned plastic bottle by Munroe's naked boyfriend...Some writing on the plastic bottle: Chloroform: CHCI. Laboratory Grade Reagent.

" Sssh." Munroe's delicate hands caressing...Lips moving. The low hiss of the Nitrous gas mask coming down again now on Elwyn's face...One last look: seeing the boyfriend gently applying the Chloroform-soaked black silk panties on Sam's face. Sending her deeper down into cloying, suffocating unconsciousness...Sam's face moved as she inhaled, she grumbled under the black Chloroform-soaked panties. Sam's face slackened. Unconscious.

" Deep breaths...Sssh." Munroe Purify DDS told him.

" ...ssshhh...", said Munroe's soft voice.

Elwyn's eyes gradually closed, his now whitened facial muscles slackened...Dreaming of drowning inside of a suffocating, immensely pleasurable pink ocean...

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Unable to breathe...Falling down, dowwwwnnnnn into the depths...Sam's drowning face welcoming his...Embracing him under the pink ocean...Kissing and embracing one another...An octopus or something wet and slimy grabbed at therir ankles and pulled them both further down...The octopus brought their bodies inside it's welcoming, pulsating sideways mouth....Swallowing their bodies face-first...Legs kicking outward, toes curling with pleasure...Their arms and legs moving slowly. Spurts of intense, but short warmth jutting out from their groins...Pulling, sucking...Warm things smothering their faces...Trying to escape the fleshy mouths and thighs that held them down...And then a cold but pleasurable sweet smell sending Elwyn and Sam into the darkness...

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Samantha woke up slowly, underneath Elwyn, she stretched momentarily, then remembered. Wet liquid and sweat on her naked body: saliva, semen and female juices. She shook Elwyn awake on top of her. Daylight streaming in through the operating room blinds. They had been OUT for hours and hours. Chloroformed and also given Nitrous...Elwyn took longer to recover his senses. Sam looked at a far off digital display and saw it was Six Thirty A.M.! They kissed and he got up first...Sam's black silk panties fell off his lower back onto the floor.

Sam instinctively touched a hand on her face, remembering. The noisy cleaning room staff surprised them both at the doorway! The two elderly women in their cleaning overalls GASPING at the scene!

" Erm...Good morning!" Elwyn quipped.

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They made their quick apologies to the amused cleaning crew after getting dressed and taking a cab to Munroe Purify's house - they were too wiped out to trust themselves at the wheel! Sam called for backup as best she could, with her returned gat in her hands, hoping not to have an accidental discharge. The house was unlocked and they found eighteen-year-old Peggy Carfax still heavily sedated with a diluted Propafol I.V. in the basement.

Resisting their urges, they "rescued" Peggy Carfax and took her groggy body up the stairs. The World waiting for them up top: swirling patrol car lights and lots of uniforms swirling around. Radio chatter. Samantha went out first, a blanket over Peggy's clothed but distressed body. Elwyn stopped on the porch, puting on sunglasses. Gleaming sunshine and the swirling patrol car lights. He yawned. Amused and high. The press swarmed over Sam and Peggy Carfax. The girl was safe, but the kidnappers had gotten away free and clear to Rio or somewhere sunny. Elwyn thought about the night and instinctively touched at his mouth...Lots of journalists asking questions followed and Detective Samantha Kingston received a Commendation for Bravery.

After some of the hooplah had died down, Sam finally asked Elwyn in her kitchen over dinner. Samantha had become a great deal more "sensitive" over the time they had become lovers.

" How come I feel so...different since we've gotten close? And how do I always know these things now?"

" It...could be that us being together has stirred something up. It's a gift and everyone has the ability. And we can help each other."

Holding hands on the dinner table, Elwyn kissed her.

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Two weeks later.

Elwyn Roberts waited patiently in the house's downstairs living room. In the dark. He saw Sam's car park up. She got out, tired, aching after a crappy day at work.

Elwyn smiled: Don't worry, Sam. Now that I know it was me in the dream, we are gonna have so much fun!

He unrolled the Chloroform bottle's cap and poured almost exactly 20millilitres of the sickly sweet Chloroform liquid onto a pair of Sam's black silk panties and replaced the cap. He could already smell the Chloroform odour! Slightly dizzy. Hearing Samantha's footsteps approaching...Keys in the latch. Door opening. She called out and took off her shoes.

Elwyn grabbed her and clasped the Chloroform-soaked panties onto Sam's face! She screamed under the wet panties.

"Mmmmph!...Nnnoo.n.." Struggling with every breath.

" Sssh, Sam. It's me...Sssh."

Sam grunted in surprise! Almost wishing to prolong the unknown sexual thrill.

She breathed in...Elwyn felt her getting weaker and weaker with each reluctant breath. Half fighting her chloroforming...Sam was now almost unconscious. Half awake, she gave in to the Chloroform as he took her upstairs to their bedroom.

Samantha's eyes swam and she groaned one tiny set of final whimpers.

"mm.m..." eyes closing. Mouth resting open as the Chloroformed panties were withdrawn. He took her upstairs for their playtime!

 

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Melanie was going to a black tie work function that evening and wanted some advice about what to wear.  Marko was one of her dearest friends.  Truth be told, he was much more than a friend.  A tall, handsome ER doctor with piercing brown eyes and a slight accent that betrayed his Balkan roots, they had met at a wedding and the chemistry was undeniable.  They dated for a time and she could tell she was really falling for him, which is why she put the brakes on when she realized that his hectic schedule at the hospital was more than she could deal with.  Still, their connection was real, and though they were both sad to admit that dating wasn't working, they cared too much to remain friends.  Knowing how important this dinner was, and how nervous Melanie would be, Marko had offered to come over after his shift and help her pick a dress.
       After coughing all night long, Melanie was feeling lousy.  "I refuse to be sick today" she thought.  "I'm probably just tired from coughing all night and not sleeping.  A hot shower should help."  Marko had a key to the apartment and knew to use it if she didn't answer the door, so she knew she didn't need to call to let him know.  After 20 minutes in a super hot shower, she was feeling better but knew that he'd be there soon.  Reluctantly, she dried off and put on her plush robe, hair up in a clip so she could do it later.  Just for fun she'd bought a pair of kitten heeled maribou slippers and put them on...she knew Marko would get a kick out of them.  "Silly Americans" he would laugh.  As she tied the robe she smelled the wonderful scent of strong Serbian coffee, and knew that Marko was there. 
       Marko had just poured the two cups of coffee into the tiny cups he'd brought Melanie back from his last visit to Belgrade.  He turned to see her stepping into the living room and leaned down to kiss her on each cheek, noticing that she seemed a bit pale despite still being damp from the hot steam.  With his first kiss on her cheek he could tell she was running a fever.  "Mel, are you feeling ok?  You look a little pale and feel warm."
       "I'm probably just warm because I came from the shower.  I'm also a little tired because I was up all night so I'm sure that's all it is."
        Marko wasn't convinced.  "Come here a second" he said, pulling her closer to hug her and kiss the top of her forehead to feel for fever.  At the same time, he grabbed her tiny wrist in his hand to feel her pulse, pure reflex for a doctor.  "You sure you're ok?"  "Actually, I..."
        Marko was shocked as he felt her go limp in his arms, his hand still holding her wrist.  Instantly he scooped her up, her robe coming undone as he carried her to her couch.  "Melanie?  Mel, can you hear me?  Open your eyes sweetie."  Again taking her wrist, her pulse was steady, but he could tell she was warmer than could be explained by a shower.  Gently rearranging her robe over her, he reached into his bag and got out a thermometer.  Taking her face in his hands, he gently squeezed her cheeks in order to slip the thermometer in her mouth.  "My God, those lips" he muttered, remembering how her perfect bow mouth had always undone him.  While the thermometer was in her mouth, he took out his light and gently raised her eyelids one by one.  Her eyes told him  she was completely unconscious, though he was glad to see her pupils dialating normally.  He read the thermometer:  101.9.  Certainly a fever, though not an alarming one.  Marko rose and went to Melanie's bed to grab a pillow - he had always hated how there weren't any on her couch - and a blanket.  When he returned, she had obviously stirred, and the robe had come undone again, revealing her flat stomach and perfect breasts.  Sighing, Marko slid his arm under her shoulders and gently lifted her to place the pillow under her, causing the robe to slip even more.  Raising her legs onto the arm of the couch, her beautiful runners thighs were revealed.  "Jesus" he said, taking a moment to admire the body that he'd enjoyed so much so long ago, then shaking his head when he realized it.  Marko covered her with the blanket.  By now, Melanie had begun to stir.  Marko sat on the edge of the couch, taking one of her hands in his and stroking her cheek softly.  When he carried her, her dark hair had come out of the clip, and he reached to brush the strands from her face.  "Melanie.  Melanie.  Come on, sweetie, open those gorgeous brown eyes for me.  Mel?"  He breathed a sigh of relief as her eyes began to flutter open.
          "Marko?" she said slowly, her voice unsteady.  "What happened?" 
           "You passed out honey.  How are you feeling?"
           "Strange" Melanie said, her eyelids half closed.  Marko reached down and felt her pulse, which had begun to speed up, which concerned him.  Reaching for the thermometer, he wordlessly commanded her to open her mouth.  "I'm going to get you some water, keep that there." "Marko, I'm fine" she said around the thermometer.  "Obviously.  You always faint into my arms when you're totally healthy...that's my favorite thing about you" he smiled, the mere statement making him unexpectedly aroused.  "Now don't be ridiculous, stay right there, and keep that thermometer in."  Marko had a certain Eastern European mannerism that made people listen to him when he was being serious, and his patients almost always did.  Melanie, however, he could tell would be more stubborn.  When he returned from the kitchen, Melanie was sitting upright with her feet on the floor.  "I thought I told you to stay lying down."  "You did, but seeing as how this isn't a hospital and I'm not your patient, I figured I...you know...wouldn't listen" and she flashed that smile that destroyed every many who saw it.  She had the prettiest smile Marko had ever seen, and it was like kryptonite for his Eastern European sternness.  Standing over her, he held out the water. "Here, take a sip of this."  "I'm not thirsty!  I just want to show you my dress."  "Melanie, please, you need to have some water." 
         Even though they weren't dating anymore, they had a habit, almost a game, of flirting with each other when one of them wanted the other to do something they didn't want to do.  Flashing a coy smile, Melanie slowly stood up, running her hands from Marko's hips up his back to his shoulders.  "Stop Mel, I'm being serious.  This isn't the time for that" Marko said, meaning it.  "Really?  What is it the time for?" she cooed, locking his eyes with hers as she tickled just inside the waist band of his pants.  Marko let out an involuntary groan, his dark eyes flashing as he did not break eye contact.  That's when he noticed her eyelids starting to flutter.  "Melanie!" he yelled, catching her has she collapsed, limp, into his arms, her finger still in his waist band.  Again he scooped her up and put her on the couch.  Taking her wrist in one hand as he felt her forehead with the back of his hand, he noticed how markedly faster her pulse was.  Coaxing the thermometer into her pouty lips, now flushed and red and delicious looking, he found that her temperature had jumped to almost 104. 
         In a flash, Marko was a doctor not just a friend, and instinct took over.  He knew he had to get an anti-fever medicine into her before it rose any further.  Gently lifting her eyelids and shining his light in each, he could tell she was deeply unconscious and would not be able to swallow a pill for quite some time.  Marko heaved a sigh, knowing what he had to do.  Without an IV there was only one way to get Melanie's body to absorb the medicine it needed, and merely thinking of it made him begin to get a massive erection.  "I can't" he said out loud, physically shaking his head and willing the bulge in his pants to subside.  "You have to Dr. Stavic" he muttered aloud.  "You are a doctor, this is an unconscious woman who is very ill and needs you to do what's best for her."  Marko quickly went to Melanie's nightstand and grabbed a jar of lavender-scented cream, then into his doctor's kit, where he had liquid ibeprophen used for children.  He quickly mixed the two in the correct dosage, then returned to the couch.  Hesitantly, he slid his arm under Melanie's shoulders and slipped her out of the robe completely.  Cursing in Serbian under his breath, he was fully aware that he was now completely erect and that his penis was practically throbbing as he slowly massaged the cream into every inch of Melanie's soft skin.  As he massaged the cream gently over her breasts, he was suddenly overcome and leaned over, kissing her full on her parted lips as his hands massaged her perfect breasts.  That's when he noticed that her nipples were getting hard, and her hips were gyrating ever so slightly.  As a sigh escaped her lips, he chastized himself out loud.  "What the hell is the matter with you?!  She's unconscious, she's sick, and you're supposed to be taking care of her!  Ever hear of an oath Marko Stavic?!"  Still, she definitely seemed to be responding to his touch, and he wondered how that could be.  Again lifting her eyelids and drawing out his light, he realized that she must be semi-conscious.  Definitely not completely awake, but not as deeply unconscious as when she had first fallen limp into his arms. 
         Marko once again leaned down and kissed her beautiful, swollen lips.  As he pulled away, he heard her murmer "Marko...mmmm....I want you Marko, take me."  On instinct, his hand slid down her stomach, his fingers reaching into her and finding her dripping wet.  He just barely began to move them inside of her when he looked up and noticed she was not yet fully conscious.  Marko sprang up.  "This is wrong, I cannot do this!  Cold shower, I need a cold shower!"  He reached down and checked her pulse again...still too fast but slower than before.  A last eye check told him she was still not conscious, which meant she was unlikely to need him in the next few minutes.  Slipping out of his clothes, he stepped into an ice cold shower and tried to think of anything he could to make his now-throbbing erection go down.  Then he heard her call him, sounding strange.  Worried, he practically lept out of the shower, barely stopping to wrap a towel around his waist, his dark, wet hair dripping into his face.  He pushed his hair back and went quickly into the living room.
        Melanie was still laying on the couch, and was still completely naked.  To his shock, she was touching herself with one hand and caressing her breasts with the long, elegant fingers of the other hand.  Her eyes were open but her lids were drooping, and he didn't know if it was from pleasure or from a lack or complete consciousness.  "Mel, what are you doing?!"  "Marko, I want you.  I want you inside of me sooo badly.  I always have."  She sprang from the couch, swaying only momentarily. "Melanie, don't get up so fast, you could faint again."  Clearly she was not herself.  She pawed him like a wildcat, and he practically had to wrestle her to get a grip on her wrist to check her pulse, and to get his wrist to her forehead to feel for fever.  Both told him that though she was improving, she was still very sick. Melanie suddenly launched herself into his arms, her legs wrapped around his waist, fingers loosening the towel.  He protested in earnest as she kissed his neck, but he was after all only a man.  Suddenly instinct took over, and he carried her into her bedroom.  The doctor took a back seat to the old fashioned Eastern European man, and he entered her with conviction.  She moaned in ecstasy, bringing her hips to meet him.  He leaned down to kiss her, wrapping her in his embrace.  "Yes, Marko, yes!  Take me!" she whispered.  At that moment, her eyes rolled back into her head and her arms fell from his waist, as her head rolled slowly to the side.  "Shit!" he said, but at this point it was too late.  He was already inside of her.  Lifting her slightly and laying her back down gently, he said "I'm sorry sweetheart but I can't stop" aloud to her unconscious form.  Marko didn't think this was right but there was nothing he could do, and he pumped into her limp body hard and fast, wanting to finish as soon as he could.  He was soo turned on, finishing didn't happen quickly.  With every thrust he saw her lips part just a little bit more, watched her breasts bounce and quiver.  He reached down and brushed the hair from her closed eyes and then lifted her up slightly to finish.  As he head fell back limply and her arched back brought her breasts almost to his mouth, he leaned over and kissed them.  She was helpless and moved like a ragdoll as he came and came and came inside of her.  When he was done, he tenderly laid her back down and went to clean up.  Feeling terrible, the doctor in him returned and he went to the living room for his supplies.  Feeling that her pulse was slightly fast but steady, the thermometer told him that her fever had returned to a reasonable 101.5.  Gently raising her eyelids, he saw that she was still deeply, completely unconscious, her body probably worn out from all it had endured today.  He knelt beside her, tenderly running his fingers through her hair with one hand and stroking her cheek with the other.  Sliding one hand under her shoulders and one under her knees, he lifted her gently, surprised by how much he liked the feeling of her limp body in his arms.  He carried her slowly out to the couch, looking down at her beautiful neck and full mouth as her head hung limply back, her soft hair swaying.  Caressing her as he went, he slid her back into her robe and covered her with the blanket on the couch, fluffing the pillow beneath her head before lowering it, her hair spread all around her lovely face.  He leaned over and kissed her again, taking her wrist one more time and checking her pulse.  Brushing a strand of hair from her face and stroking her cheek, he whispered "Sweet dreams sweetheart" and went to make some fresh coffee, knowing she was completely out cold and that he'd have a while to sit and watch his unconscious love before she woke up so he could take care of her.  He was a doctor again but he also felt like what he now realized he'd always wanted to be:  her man.
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Jim had been staring blankly out at the garden for at least half an hour before Trish knocked at the door. Startled, he walked through the hallway to the door, stopping only to slip some knockout powder in the glass of wine nearest the door. Before he let Trish in, he closed his eyes and gave a deep breath.

 

"Hey Jim!"

 

Trish was fairly petite, about 5'3, but very beautiful for her age. Her tanktop and jean shorts showed that her skin was tan and freckled, her breasts and thighs still thick and firm at 42. Even the birth of two kids hadn't turned her tight stomach into mush. Her brown hair went to her shoulders and as Jimmy leaned in to hug and kiss her cheek he could smell her sweet shampoo.

 

Trish and Jim had been friends for almost twenty years and Jimmy had had a crush on her for at least 19. A combination of bad timing and anxiety had caused him to never make a move. It was his job, however, that forced him to make one now. Out of college, Jim went to work as a mortgage broker. Now, Jim had a heart of gold, but he also had a penchant for hanging with the wrong crowd. It wasn't long before he starting running with young mobsters. One of the older heads noticed Jim's intelligence and offered him an interesting job; kidnapping. While he was nervous at first, he quickly found that it came easy to him. It paid more than his broker job but he still had to keep it as a front. Only a few people, his cousin and best friends, knew about his job. And for awhile all was well.

 

Until last week. The Mob Jim worked for was helping incumbent Mayor Jeff Douglas get re-elected, and a devious plan was in motion. The main opposition to Douglas was none other than Trish's father, Andrew Margioli. The plan was to kidnap Trish as ransom for Andrew to stop paying his PR people. This haunted Jim, but he knew he had no choice, unless he wanted to get killed.

 

"You want some wine?" Jim asked Trish.

 

"Come on, what do you think?" she retorted rolling her eyes and giggling.

 

Jim handed her the drugged glass, and took the un-drugged one. It was time to start playing her. 

 

"So what's new kid? I haven't seen you in almost a month," he said.

 

"Well, I've still been in court with Tim," she said disparigingly, gulping down her wine. Jim knew Trish was, if not a lush, certainly prone to drinking many of their friends under the table.

 

The sleeping powder Jim had put in her drink was much more powerful than standard street ruffie. The effects were very quick and long lasting. Trish had barely set down her drink after her first gulp before she started swaying.

 

Jim quickly put his hand around her waist. "Jim...?" came softly out her mouth before her eyes rolled and her head lolled back, her body soon slumping against him behind it, completely unconscious. Her head dangled backwards, her mouth gaping open. Her right arm lay across her stomach, her left dangling in the air. Jim picked up her limp arm, feeling her smooth kin, and then dropped itHe was felt her warmth and dead weight, eyeing her breasts sticking out. Finally his conscience lost and groped them. He immediately cursed himself as he looked into her beautiful, usually perky and feisty face now slack as can be, with her hair swaying gently.

 

He picked her up in a cradle carry feeling a mix of power and deviousness and her dead limp form swayed in his arms. He felt her warm, smooth thighs and felt a strong urge to lay her down and go to work. But he looked back into her unconscious face and snapped out of it. He carried her to the back door, open it, and stepped into the night. He walked to his car and popped then. Then he, bent down and let her lifeless body slide from his. Her mouth was now only half open and her left arm slid from her stomach with thump. He took great care to lay both her arms against her stomach, and then gently stroked her lifeless face. 

 

"Sorry," he whispered.

 

He then closed the trunk, looked up into the sky, and took a deep breath. The easy part was now over.

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